Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Cameroon and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Gang Green to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Peter and Kerry. All the underground hits.
All Aaron Thompson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every June of 44 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a MDC record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fad Gadget,
Scientists,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Easy Going,
Pole,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Excepter,
Crash Course in Science,
Bobby Byrd,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Move,
Au Pairs,
The Fortunes,
Hashim,
The Grass Roots,
Moss Icon,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Jacques Brel,
The Skatalites,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Whodini,
Davy DMX,
Guru Guru,
Boredoms,
Brothers Johnson,
Kool Moe Dee,
June Days,
Gong,
Wire,
The Cowsills,
Robert Wyatt,
The Black Dice,
Bobbi Humphrey,
New Age Steppers,
Mandrill,
Oneida,
Joey Negro,
T.S.O.L.,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Electric Prunes,
Big Daddy Kane,
Sound Behaviour,
James White and The Blacks,
Hardrive,
Harry Pussy,
The Durutti Column,
Girls At Our Best!,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Soft Machine,
Siglo XX,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Stereo Dub,
L. Decosne,
Marine Girls,
Sam Rivers,
Black Pus,
Camberwell Now,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.